One was never alone in the forest.
There was life everywhere. Animals, spirits, even the trees and plants. A living family, watching out for each other, caring for each other. And sometimes they could even tell about what happened. You just had to know how to listen.
It had already been some days ago, when Cervine had heard about some unusual events. The elements sometimes went wild, as if listening to a foreign power. So Cervine was here to find out what this power was.
He had walked through the woods for the whole day and was just thinking about turning back and abandoning the search for now, when it suddenly began to rain. The druid looked up to the sky in astonishment. Nothing had indicated rain until now. And several paces north, there still was no rain to see. So the cause of the rain had to be south, in the center of the unusual weather.
Using his staff as a walking stick Cervine continued his way, mostly unhindered by the terrain or the plants that were very dense here.
A few moments later he could see the shine of a fire, first roaring and following dying down, only a short distance away. He continued his way silently, his steps hardly making a sound.
When Cervine reached the place where he had seen the fire, he stopped as soon as he could see the person at the camping place. He was still making no sound and was almost invisible between the underbrush.
He watched the young women a few moments, then extended his hand, closed his eyes and concentrated.
In front of the young woman a little white anemone began to grow, slightly rustling when breaking through the old leaves on the ground. First a stem and leaves only, but a few moments later it bloomed, and its little white petals even seemed to shine a little, as if reflecting the sun from behind the clouds that still covered the sky above the young woman.
